It would seem that I am at something of a crossroads with my magic. I continue to advance in daring and skill but I have focused much of my power on lethal ways of dispatching my foes, such as giant fireballs that cinder all and also destroy a lot of evidence and possibly treasure we might need.
I would like to more closely follow the paths that Shelyn has laid out for me. When we were at this awful place called Foxglove Manor an evil undead begged for mercy and my heart was even moved towards pity. He betrayed us and it was all for naught. Perhaps I am getting too soft hearted, not too hard hearted instead.
I wish you were here mother. You always were able to find a good balance in things. Father is so simple minded sometimes that he does not understand the complexities of magic and power. He has no idea of such things.
I think I know which path I am predisposed toward. We have had good luck so far. Perhaps I will channel my magic to make sure our enemies get some of this back in the form of bad luck.